~Meniscus Archives~
Winter 2003
Issue #2

November - February 2004

Link to Issue #2 Home


Bynum's Corner Word Games

The Dissapperance of Childhood
Sarah Trachtenburgh

There's something about Crystal Boots
Drayton Patriota
Debate/Retort by Little Lamb
The Apothecary and Mr. Cesnek
Chrystie Hopkins
A Stroll Down Shakedown Street
Caleb Estabrooks
Out of the Box, Into my Hands
Derek Gumuchian
Travel Log of a Colorado Girl
Erin Hopkins
Santa Fe
Chrystie Hopkins
How to find your friends at IT!
Rob Hansen
Meniscus New Years Picks
Sound Tribe Sector 9: Focusing the Light
-Jon Heinrich
Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey: Take a Trip with the Wild and Wooly Masters of the Jam-Jazz Scene
-Brian Gagné
CD Review:
Solar Igniter
CD Review:
Cadillac Jones-
Junk in the Trunk
Through Glass
and Grain

-Aiden FitzGerald
four poems
-Brandon Rigo
-Pete Pidgeon
Art Model
-Julia Magnusson
-Julia Magnusson
Dead dog
-Julia Magnusson
-Julia Magnusson
Those games
we'd play

-Julia Magnusson
Ode de Toiletté
-Aron Ralston
-Stephanie Laterza
-Stephanie Laterza
-Stephanie Laterza
Meniscus is...
Meniscus Premier Launch Party
Zeitgeist Gallery
Cambridge, Massachusetts
August 14, 2003

Metro Saturdays hosts
Meniscus Portland Launch
Sky Bar @ The Roxy
Portland, Maine
August 30, 2003

State of the Art
Lounge Ten
Boston, Massachussets
October 23, 2003


Enjoy your senses
in the Meniscus
Prose Lounge

L.I.C. (The Dream)
Stephanie Laterza
Published 11/15/03

I inhale the breezes

Between drifting and waking;

Dreaming of soft waves that caress sunlit shores

Painted on the side of a sand colored candle.


On the windowsill,

On chipped white painted shores,

The East River water

East bitter water

Washes the smell of gray Brillo shreds

Under the white quiet moon.


In iron blue skies like shingles

Sand and damp and rust tangle

In clumps of seaweed, green oysters of moss.


The East River water rocks and recedes,

Sleeps and drifts back into green sewage tunnels.

And the ambulance siren tears out her hair

tangled in copper Con-Edison wires,

All the while puffing on red and white striped pipes,

The color of inverted Marlboro reds.


Socrates stares across the river with a palm up.

In his park near the other statues,

Come with a blanket on the rusty yellow grass

And smell the river.

-Stephanie Laterza

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